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Could not hold it, put it downCould not hold it, put it down.

TIME.

The words forget you, pass by.

You remain standing on the brink.

Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you

and you cannot catch the breath,

to fill the space between life and death

life will not move, death will not stop.

If not ready to live, death will not look like you

you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,

when seeing stops, listening begins

losing threads of me, between you and me

between me and you.

Something grows out of the mud

a new star.

Begins from end, the ending

of beginning. No ending, no beginning.

Timeless, faceless, nameless

groping in void, to catch the alphabets

Peaks are very frightening

Then where is the end? No end.

This is the end.

Satish Verma

------------------ WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.

TIME.

The words forget you, pass by.

You remain standing on the brink.

Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you

and you cannot catch the breath,

to fill the space between life and death

life will not move, death will not stop.

If not ready to live, death will not look like you

you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,

when seeing stops, listening begins

losing threads of me, between you and me

between me and you.

Something grows out of the mud

a new star.

Begins from end, the ending

of beginning. No ending, no beginning.

Timeless, faceless, nameless

groping in void, to catch the alphabets

Peaks are very frightening

Then where is the end? No end.

This is the end.

Satish Verma

------------------ WHAT ENDING?

Could not hold it, put it down.

TIME.

The words forget you, pass by.

You remain standing on the brink.

Now, now, where to go?

Time avenges, walks on you

and you cannot catch the breath,

to fill the space between life and death

life will not move, death will not stop.

If not ready to live, death will not look like you

you will not look like death.

World changes every thing,

when seeing stops, listening begins

losing threads of me, between you and me

between me and you.

Something grows out of the mud

a new star.

Begins from end, the ending

of beginning. No ending, no beginning.

Timeless, faceless, nameless

groping in void, to catch the alphabets

Peaks are very frightening

Then where is the end? No end.

This is the end.

Satish Verma

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WHAT ENDING?

By: Satish Verma

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